Empathy

Fly ash, blows in the air
a farmer prays,
wishing the winds blow it away
for they shall kill his sunflowers
blooming in the morning glow.
He can only watch it,
wreck havoc, killing the yellow heads
slowly poisoned,
his field is now a graveyard.
His eyes full of tears,
watching the fruit of his labour lost
he turned around,
"I know now why you cry"
"I feel the same" he said to me.